It plagued him, haunted him, day and night. And Jauffre? Frequently, he overworked his body, in an attempt to keep himself distracted from his own regrets and guilt. Baurus never cried, preferring to keep the majority of what he felt inside of him. The Blade was not content with wallowing in his own self-pity, but he could not find the strength inside to move forward. He often paced back in forth in front of Martin's old bedroom, as if still guarding it, as if he was. Not only was he a failure, in his eyes, but he believed deep down, that he was useless. After failing to do that, he pledged himself to Martin to make up for being incapable of protecting his father. Everyone was fond of Martin, but some felt the pain of his departure far stronger than others.īaurus felt like an absolute failure. Losing a close friend like that so unexpectedly, when deep down, no one thought it could possibly happen, took a toll on the others, as well. Many nights have turned into sleepless torture, for the broken Hero. At night, they found themselves awake in bed, dwelling upon how or what they could have done differently. Many passed away in the fighting, and Martin's sacrifice hit the HoK harder than they expected. The Crisis they all struggled against was over, this was true. Though their name was to now blanket stories to regale and amaze others for many years to come, and songs boasting of their glorious deeds filled the merry taverns.a newly appointed Champion of Cyrodiil could be no more miserable. A once bright star utterly expunged, and he took the light of another with him. Other times, it was so real, that getting out of bed was too painful to endure facing the world was a chore on those days.
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